- Chapter 62 - Crutchie Cutting Foods Makes Davey Anxious -
Warnings: Knives for cutting food, slight anxiety, nothing too bad
Modern AU
Third Person POV

A/N, I named crescent rolls today, and was reminded of a request from the lovely pigwigdeon156 so thanks to them.
I'm sorry if it isn't wonderful or exactly what you wanted.

"Okay," Davey takes the oven-mits off of his hands. "Now, we set a timer and wait." He informs him.

Crutchie claps his hands, grinning.

Davey chuckles at him, grabbing his phone and setting an eleven minute timer.

About eight minutes later, they smelt burning.

Crutchie gets up from the couch, his forearm crutches supporting him. "I'll go check on them." He decides.

Davey shoots him a wary look. "That's not a good idea-" he starts.

Crutchie bobbles off to the kitchen before Davey could finish.

Davey watches him go, not knowing whether to facepalm or go after him. They never listen to me.

Pardon me for trying to make sure you don't get hurt and the house doesn't burn down.

Davey heard Crutchie open the oven.

"Are they burning?" Davey asks, his eyes closed as he feared the answer.

"No." Crutchie answers. "Eh- wait. I'm not sure." He sounded concerned.

Davey cringes. That doesn't make me anxious at all-

"They're good!" He heard Crutchie's cheery voice again. "They just need a few more minutes of cooking."

Should I trust his judgement? "Okay." Davey agrees, still a bit wary. The kid has only cooked three things in his life.

"Can I take them out now?" He heard Crutchie's innocent voice ask.

Davey gets up. "I'm coming to help." He states.

He walks into the kitchen to find Crutchie pouting.

Davey chuckles.

"I could've done it." Crutchie tells him, watching him slip the oven-mits on.

"Maybe after you've cooked/baked more stuff." Davey responds, opening the oven. "I love you, but it's only your third time cooking and I don't want to risk you getting hurt." He tells the younger boy.

Crutchie nods.

Crutchie watches Davey take the trays out of the oven and place them on the counter.

He closes the oven and takes the oven-mits off, turning back to face Crutchie.

(Just so everyone knows, (Author) forgot what oven-mits were called up until this point and called them mittens.
Shut up, Race!)

"Now, we have to wait five minutes for them to cool." Davey informs Crutchie.

Crutchie nods.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," the older boy tells the younger boy. "Don't do anything while I'm gone."

The brown haired, blue eyed boy nods, watching Davey as he walks towards the bathroom.

About two minutes and twenty-four seconds later

Davey walks back into the kitchen.

His eyes widen.

He quickly takes the knife out of his boyfriend's hands. "What are you doing?" He asks, concerned.

The younger boy turns to face him, his eyes shining and his smile beaming. "I wanted to help cut strawberries because I felt bad that you were doing everything!" He exclaims.

Davey let's out a slightly relieved and slightly exasperated sigh, reminding himself that Crutchie did stuff to be helpful and that he was sometimes like a five year old, in a way, and Davey needed to be patient.

"Thanks, Crutch, but I'm scared your going to hurt yourself." Davey admits, placing the knife down on the counter.

"I'll be okay!" The younger boy smiles, propping himself up on his crutches, and adjusting himself so he was more comfortable. "Henry taught me how to cut pickles, it can't be that much harder to cut strawberries."

Davey looks over at him, this being new information to him.

Henry did what?

Did Jack know?

"Strawberries are just like pickles." Crutchie states, looking at the painting on the wall with a soft smile.

Davey scoffs quietly. "And you're just like Spot." He mutters under his breath as he continues cutting strawberries.

"They're just redder, with less green." Crutchie continues, having not heard his boyfriend. "They're sweeter, and a fruit, but the same!" He looks over at Davey, grinning.

Davey wasn't going to argue with him, so he just looks up, smiles, and nods.

Crutchie notices Davey cutting strawberries. "Can I help?" He asks softly.

Davey looks at him, immediately being reminded why and how he had fallen head over heels for this boy.

He swore this boy was a ball of sunshine, who also always just looked adorable and took his breath away.

That's the only way Crutchie was dangerous; his ability to make Davey's heart stop and his breath catch in his throat.

Davey smiles. "Okay," he agrees. "But I'm going to be with you while you do it." He tells him.

Crutchie grins. "Okay!" He turns to the strawberries, carefully grabbing the knife.

Davey watches Crutchie's careful hands while he slices strawberries.

After a minute, his eyes slowly drifted to the smaller boy's face.

The boy's brown hair was in his eyes, as he kept pushing it out of the way.

His elbows were resting upon his forearm crutches that Jack had painted stars and rainbows on.

Crutchie's blue eyes were trained on the strawberries he was cutting, and he honestly looked really good when he was focused.

Davey blushes a bit, turning his head away.

After a minute, he gained enough confidence and gently slipped his arms around Crutchie's waist.

Said boy blushes a bit when he feels it, but smiles, turning his head slightly and pressing a soft kiss to his dark-haired boyfriend's cheek, before turning back around to cut strawberries.

Davey smiles, his face a bit red as he rests his chin on Crutchie's shoulder.

After a few minutes, he spoke up again.

"You're so much better at this than I thought you were." He mumbles, nuzzling his face in Crutchie's shoulder.

Crutchie laughs softly, cutting another strawberry. "I could see the obvious anxiety in your eyes when I started." He comments.

Davey nods, not at all shocked. "I'm hopeless." He mutters, hiding his face behind Crutchie's shoulder.

Crutchie laughs a bit again.

"Aww!" They heard. "Cuties in the kitchen!" Race exclaims.

Davey and Crutchie laugh a bit.

Davey pulls away from his boyfriend, who pouts a bit.

"I forgot you two were coming." Davey comments, picking up a strawberry.

Crutchie looks at him, his puppy eyes obvious, even though he wasn't trying to use them.

Davey places half of the strawberry in his mouth before placing the other half in Crutchie's.

Crutchie chews it, swallows it, and shoots Davey a thankful grin, before going back to cutting.

Jack and Race chuckle.

Race looks at Crutchie. "Henry's cutting pickles lesson useful now?" He asks, a small tease in his voice.

Crutchie laughs a bit. "I guess so."

Davey looks at Jack. 'Did you know they did that?' He mouths.

Before Jack could answer, Race cut in.

"He watched and took the knife away three times before Crutchie could actually cut it." Race informs the older boy. "Let's just say, the next lesson we did with him on cutting foods, we didn't tell Jack."

Jack turns to face the younger boy, his eyes wide. "You-" he starts.

Race's eyes widen and he books it out of the room.

Jack follows him quickly.

Davey and Crutchie share a look, before they each chuckle/giggle.

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Can you figure out who giggled and who chuckled at the end lol?